Ripping Confessions 12
The Garden Painting

"Ethan, I can’t believe how good I feel. I’m really dead right? How come you look so young?" Ethan blushed.

"Ripper, souls don’t age. They reach maturity then that’s it. You look the same to me as you did when you were at Oxford. You look like Jack!" He grinned at his friends’ shocked features. Ethan looked behind Rupert and saw Willow come into the clearing with Oz.

Willow froze her heart was in her throat. Her love was here she could touch him at last. He had spoken with her every day since her death she had heard every word but couldn’t answer him. She had felt him whenever he came near her portrait and had shared every memory of his illness.

"Rupert!" She flew into his arms in an embrace so tender as to make the Angels weep. Tears of happiness squeezed past fast closed lashes, warm lips touched and untouched for over a thousand days found purchase in a lover’s first kiss.

Ethan and Oz looked at the couple with bright eyes. Ethan shrugged and walked away. Best not to disturb them now. Not for a couple of years at least!

Willow moved her hands to encompass his strong back. It felt good to hold him again. His tongue swept into her mouth claiming his territory once more. She moaned and melted into his kiss darting her tongue, probing, tasting honey and tea all the things she remembered of her husband.

The years had melted away for him. He remembered vividly how he had kissed her goodbye. She had squeezed his hand in thanks for giving her peace. Willow slipped away in a coma never to wake. He turned off the machines and ended his life.

His wife was here now, warm and vital beneath his fingers. Her supple lithe body pressed to his yearning for the release that only his love would bring her. He gazed upon her with adoration. Her green eyes were dark with passion, radiant with unbidden need and breathless with want.

"Wife." He whispered

"Husband." She replied her hands tracing over his tightly muscled chest. He groaned as familiar sensations raced through his body. Willow swayed before him like a graceful blossom, moving in the May time breeze. He breathed in the scents and followed her lead. The forest glade was sun dappled and warm with soft sweet smelling camomile beneath their feet. She danced hither and yon. Just out of his reach until that sweet moment when he tired of the chase and captured her body. He clasped her tenderly as he knelt on the soft ground cradling her in his arms while he worshipped at the altar of her breast.

He lavished hot kisses on her hard pink nipples making her body throb with desire, stirring her arousal to boiling point causing her weeping pussy to ache to be filled. His fingertips swept through her red curls. Her clit tingled with the white-hot electric sensations that his fingers imparted.

"Rupert…" She breathed and he kissed her deeply stifling a groan of lust as his fingers slickly slid into her molten core. She arched her back, her orgasm crashing in waves about her. Unceasing and building again as slowly he edged up her body to swiftly bury himself in her.

Rupert’s face bordered on the divine. He was nearly overcome with the first sweeping movement into Willow. He withdrew carefully to plunge in more deeply. Her contracting walls, clasping wetly on his cock kissing and sucking gently yielding more and more to his speeding thrusts.

He jolted with spasms of lust as Willow screamed his name. He smiled down at her sweet, wanton face as she writhed beneath him. She crossed her legs round his waist forcing his cock further into her. His love blasted into her and he shouted her name as his climax claimed him he continued to move in her and soon she was chasing hard on the heels of his climax.

"Oh! God, Rupert!" She screamed grinding herself further onto his pistoning erection. Slowly, inevitably their bodies relaxed and their breathing returned to normal.

"You look ravishing, Willow"

"That’s because I’ve been ravished!" She laughed.

He kissed her eyelids and tasted the salt of her tears. "No more tears, ever Willow." He admonished with a smile.

"No more tears, I promise." Her smile parted her lips and he kissed her again taking advantage of the eternity of opportunity they now enjoyed.

End Pt.12

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